Be the lifter of mine head LORD,
It's fallen mighty low, I've not
The strength to lift it, I pray
Thee Father, let your spirit
Through me flow.
My heart has nearly ceased to
Believe, that another Mountain
Top mine eyes should see, yet
I behold, the Lily that only
Grows in valleys dark and
Low.
Oh' morning star set in the
Sky, you guide me safe through
Darkest night, thy ways lead me
Through shadows of death, yet
Thou art with me, where "ER' I go,
Mercy feeds me manna from above,
Grace over flows my empty cup.
Thy tender love to me thou speak,
Thy presence ever abides with me,
Forgive my selfish ways, I've all
I shall ever need, if I should
Never see another Mountain
Peak.
